Poosa

This feels oddly like one of those grade 1 essays you were given to write about “Mage Surathala” or “My Pet”. It just shows that I’m running dry these days…This annoying little thing called works is getting in the way of life :P. It sucks…

Hi my name is Azrael and I am a cat lover…There I said it. I’ll never match up to the Mad Cat Woman over here but I might get there some time. No surprises there, after all Garfield is my hero. He he he :D

I am an animal person in general, but have this special spot in me heart for Kitty Kats. I guess it’s their attitude. Independent, aloof, and doesn’t give a shit about the rest of the world. After all cats were worshiped as gods by the Egyptians, so there must be something to them. The other thing that is appealing is that they have a certain evil magical mysteriousness about them.

Ok, why am I going on this pointless ranting? I have no idea, but I do want to introduce the newest member of the family.

This here is the eighth feline to own me. No it’s not a mistake. Cats choose and own the humans, not the other way around. The last one to rule, went to kitty heaven about two years back and well, I wasn’t in the mood to have another one for a while. Then a couple of weeks back, this little fur ball lands on my lap.

It was one of those rainy mornings and I was dragging myself to work. I was walking down our lane, cursing the rain gods, and what do I hear? A heart-tugging little mewling sound coming out of nowhere. After a bit of investigation I found out the cause. The little fur ball was hiding under a bush, trying to keep dry. I’m not sure whether someone left it there, or just wandered out from somewhere, but I just couldn’t leave him there now could I? What else to do but take ze fur ball home.

His official name is Osiris, after the Egyptian god of life, death and fertility. Actually there’s no point in naming them, coz I can never stick to a name. I just call them whatever takes my fancy at any given time. The result? A very confused critter with a personality disorder.

So far he’s getting a deal of a life time. Three warm meals a day brought to his feet, an adorable biped to play around with, and a whole household to rule over. If that isn’t a royal life, I don’t know what is. *sigh*

Oh well back to doing slave labor…I have to keep his majesty fed don’t I?